Lyrics of Cool

(verse 1: earl sweatshirt)It's the pick of the litterMobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggersYellin' at the trees like hey, hi misterI'm life litter's official stripe getterDig this, i'll get a shovel and strike sistersAnd kick them when the handle starts diggin' in my blistersSick, cynical, cyanide spitterSo when i kick rhymes, my victims die quickerI'm broke, no cheese, my ho's crackerSnort third verse of pidgeons, i'll show you a dope rapperI'll shit on a nigger with no bladderThen throw it in his eyes to show him he don't matterThe night creeper in a nice white jeepHere with three white divas who snort and like penisI'm hotter than at least five heatersIn the middle of the summer with a sleeved wife beaterPure bred degenerate, gentlemanLittle aryan nigga with hairy clit for dinnerIt's wolf gang, triple six, niggas on that simple shitI'm on a fuckin' spree burnin' bodies in a rental whipWolf gang rad, no bum ass shitSo since the fans laggin', now they're tryna come back quickAsk from dera to fax, they say fuck that shitWe half african swaggin' of course we run that shit

(verse 2: mike g)I been sick, since i was un-mixed and masteredBlastin' bastard, screamin' fuck another rapperO.f. soldier, buffalo bill, don't think i willBut i'm a gunner for the bills like taskerI'm the cream of the cropOfficers in the trunk with six other copsNo way that i'll stop, they'll arrest me afterFix the scene just to put me on screen like an actorShit, no need to tell me i know it's hotAs weather where them bitches wear bikinis with polka-dotsIt's overly overkill, because my niggas know a lotAbout tapin' them, rapin' them, throw them overboard from a yachtSo now they probably hate me but that's why the fuck i'm hereAnd you really should man up, there's no need to be sincere, faggotHeard that you we're queer, why would you fuck with wolvesThat'll leave you on the ground like your rap career?So you don't want it don't start noneWe're fuckin' radical, been fuckin' awesomeTalked a lotta shit so for words you're at a lossRaised enough money just to get someone to kill my bossNow that's a fuckin' suit for hireHang her higher, light a fire, fuck my former supervisorI'm the truth, you're a liar, blue as clues, i inspireOdd future muthafucka, i'm your new supplier